By Susannah Farrell
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It had been a long, hard day at work. Emily had been staying after her normal work hours just to be up to date with the latest project for the past two weeks, and it was starting to take a toll on her. Here eyes were bloodshot, and she could barely put one foot in front of the other. She painfully lifted her arm up to the door in order to open it. She ambled in to the apartment, dropped her keys on the dining room table and practically collapsed on her couch. She fell asleep seconds later.
With a jolt, she awoke from her slumber. She heard a faint click at the door. She took a glance at the clock on the wall; it was already past midnight. Joe had gotten home really late tonight.
He staggered in, all dirty, smelly, and clearly he was drunk. Emily was suddenly wide awake, and her limbs no longer hurt. A familiar feeling washed over her as she brought her legs closer to her body and wrapped her arms around her knees in a fetal position.
Wide-eyed, Emily’s gaze followed Joe’s body across the seemingly shrinking room. “Hey Em, how ‘bout a little wrestling?” He couldn’t possibly mean what she was thinking, but all the same, her heart leapt to her throat and lodged there. As fast as lightning, Emily bolted from her resting place, but Joe was too quick for her, even in his weakened state. She had a feeling something bad would happen and knew she had to get away before it was too late.
But this was Joe she was talking about. She shouldn’t be afraid of him. He cared for her. He would never hurt her. Maybe she was just overreacting. She tried to control the fear that was bubbling within her, threatening to burst.
Then, strong, large hands grabbed her from behind and jerked her back to the couch. She could smell the alcohol on him. It made her stomach queasy. She let out an involuntary yelp as his hand grabbed her breast and yanked off her blouse, popping all the buttons that held it together. Before she could let out a real scream, Joe clamped his hand over her mouth. Sheer terror made Emily bite Joe’s hand in response to his cruelty.
“No, Joe. Please, don’t…” He didn’t listen to her. He merely continued with his assault.
“I love him. This isn’t right,” were the only thoughts that ran through Emily’s head as Joe continued his attack. She bit down hard, until she felt a warm fluid trickle down her chin.
“Fuck!” he yelled, “Is that what you want? Fine, you bitch!”
Emily tried again. Finally regaining some senses, she looked up into his beautiful green eyes and pleaded, “Please Joe, I beg you. Stop! I don’t want it to be this way. PLEASE!” She now had tears streaming down her cheeks and her mind was filled with horrible thoughts of what he might do to her.
“He loves me. He said so. How can he do this to me? It’s not him. It’s the alcohol. Joe will be fine. I should just let him do what he wants with me. I shouldn’t let him do this to me. He loves me. He said so. Then why is he doing this? He cares for me, this is just because of the alcohol…” Emily’s mind whirled with the thousands of thoughts over and over again.
He grabbed her now exposed breasts. Not tenderly like a lover should, but cruelly, like she was his property. Every time he touched her, she flinched and struggled to try to get him off of her. It was hopeless.
Emily kept repeating “No” but Joe refused to listen.
When she almost lost hope, she paused her struggles for just a few seconds. With renewed strength, she tried to push him off. She only succeeded in making them both fall over and hit the floor with a loud thump.
She only made Joe angrier.
“You bitch!” he roared, and slapped her face, causing her head to snap to one side.
“Fine! We’ll do it on the floor, you whore!” and he punched her jaw, causing arrows of pain to shoot up and down her body. After a few seconds, she only felt the constant pounding pain in her jaw.
Joe grabbed the clasp of her belt then, and took it off forcefully. He yanked her skirt down with her panties, exposing her. He chuckled and lowered his mouth to hers.
Emily wanted to hurl. The taste of Joe’s beer breath mixed with puke made her sick to her stomach. He applied an amazing amount of pressure on her jaw when she refused to open her mouth for him. He forced her mouth open when he didn’t get the response he wanted. He violently thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth. Emily’s fear heightened. Would he go as far as raping her?
Sure, they had fooled around, but never had gone all the way. She had warned him at the beginning of their relationship that she didn’t want to do it until she was good and ready, but here he was, ready to take her without consent, with force.
He massaged her breasts again and he decided he had been waiting too long. Still keeping Emily pinned down, Joe managed to unzip his pants.
He entered her until he felt the barrier protecting her virginity. Without hesitation, he pushed through, not caring if he hurt her or not.
Emily nearly passed out from the excruciating pain. She could struggle no more. Joe had done his damage and she had lost her virginity to a violent and uncaring man when drunk.
She cried until she could cry no more. With her eyes shut tight, she blocked out Joe’s grunts and moans and constant thrusting. She fainted when she felt a hot, sticky substance running down her leg.
He collapsed against her when he was done, rolled over and simply fell asleep.
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